Butterflies Are Free

Butterflies Are Free
By: Linda A. Long

It’s the perfect beach day and my heart is full.
Out of nowhere, you drifted before me.
Monarch, you are Orange, Yellow and Black.
You bring back memories of her to me.
She took my heart with her when she drifted out of this world.
Bittersweetly you float her essence into me once again.
You bring her back to me.
As if she knew the hole that was left by her is open.
She came to fill it with love once again.
Moving through air and time
the lightness of your flight reminds me that her spirit is now free.
She is free from the body that betrayed her.
Her spirit is now as light as your wings that flutter so effortlessly in their beauty.
You flutter right in front of my eyes.
Reminding me she is free.
Gently you lead me back to the soul that molded mine.
Making me follow the path of tears I hide from the world.
You make me feel her love again.
Fly into the sky my Butterfly.
Let me see you soar into heaven.
Let my tears be tears of joy.
Let these tears be joyful that her spirit is finally free.
And yet, it gratefully remains in me.
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I wrote this poem about my sister a few years ago. I was reminded of it earlier tonight. I remember the summer after she died in 1999 I was sitting in my living room. I heard something in my blinds. When I opened the blinds, a Monarch Butterfly flew out & around my living room. I opened the sliding glass door and let it out. I stood there as it flew up to heaven. It was my sign she was free of pain. She was free. She was free…